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voidtreckerexpress2019-10-02 01:35 pm
runs_on_batteries) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-10-02 01:35 pm
Brooding and Fighting
Who: Tony and OTA
What: Varies
When: Basoon 16- late (might add another time/ date too)/ Basoon 17-18 Training in Gym and also on those days, tearing up a row of chairs in the standard car.
Where: Varies
CW: Language, Talk about death/ anxiety, depression; violence-ish?
Notes: For the first part- His first response is going to be to tell you to go away. However, if your character will stick it out beyond that, feel free to tag in.
[Brooding]
It was well after dinner when the majority of the passengers wouldn't be in the dining carriage with none of the lights on. Those who snacked tended to stay in the kitchen. There are a few dishes left to do, but they were far down on Tony's list of worries.
He'd had several drinks from the bottle of scotch he'd purchased and that had led to a very dark mood. His back was to the doorway, his helmet was on the table next to him with the open bottle, and a projected image was playing in front of him. There were three voices in the video- his, a woman's, and a little girl's. A little girl who looked a lot like a younger version of Buttercup was playing around a park and a lovely blonde woman following along after her. The woman keeps looking at the camera and joking about Tony needing to stop filming everything, but of course he makes up some stupid reason about why this was vital for the sake of all of humanity. There's another one with the same duo are playing in the woods with a tiny set of Iron Man masks and gloves.
[Training]
He was a little hungover, but in a way the bad mood just made him want to fight even more. He'd called over the ICP for anyone who would like to start training to learn hand to hand combat.
He found some material to make small cushion gloves like those a boxer might have (only obviously not as good as those). He's wearing his cargo pants and a black tank top. He calls Peter up to the front of the class and passes over another set of the makeshift boxing gloves.
[Added! Getting spare parts- Late afternoon 17 ]
Tony found the belt Manabu had set aside for a holster for his gun and decided to put his tools on it. He was already sweaty from the training, so he didn't bother cleaning up when he was going to be working more. So in his black undershirt, a sledgehammer over on shoulder, and a metallic glove from his suit he whistled his way to the standard carriage.
There was no need for this many chairs in here. They would never need this many. So, he went over to the front row and lifted the hammer. With a purely devilish grin, he grunted from the exertion and TWA-BANG. The headrest of the chair went flying. He kept working, going back and forth between the sledgehammer, a very concentrated beam from his glove for cutting, and a screwdriver until he had one short row of chairs dismantled.
What: Varies
When: Basoon 16- late (might add another time/ date too)/ Basoon 17-18 Training in Gym and also on those days, tearing up a row of chairs in the standard car.
Where: Varies
CW: Language, Talk about death/ anxiety, depression; violence-ish?
Notes: For the first part- His first response is going to be to tell you to go away. However, if your character will stick it out beyond that, feel free to tag in.
[Brooding]
It was well after dinner when the majority of the passengers wouldn't be in the dining carriage with none of the lights on. Those who snacked tended to stay in the kitchen. There are a few dishes left to do, but they were far down on Tony's list of worries.
He'd had several drinks from the bottle of scotch he'd purchased and that had led to a very dark mood. His back was to the doorway, his helmet was on the table next to him with the open bottle, and a projected image was playing in front of him. There were three voices in the video- his, a woman's, and a little girl's. A little girl who looked a lot like a younger version of Buttercup was playing around a park and a lovely blonde woman following along after her. The woman keeps looking at the camera and joking about Tony needing to stop filming everything, but of course he makes up some stupid reason about why this was vital for the sake of all of humanity. There's another one with the same duo are playing in the woods with a tiny set of Iron Man masks and gloves.
[Training]
He was a little hungover, but in a way the bad mood just made him want to fight even more. He'd called over the ICP for anyone who would like to start training to learn hand to hand combat.
He found some material to make small cushion gloves like those a boxer might have (only obviously not as good as those). He's wearing his cargo pants and a black tank top. He calls Peter up to the front of the class and passes over another set of the makeshift boxing gloves.
[Added! Getting spare parts- Late afternoon 17 ]
Tony found the belt Manabu had set aside for a holster for his gun and decided to put his tools on it. He was already sweaty from the training, so he didn't bother cleaning up when he was going to be working more. So in his black undershirt, a sledgehammer over on shoulder, and a metallic glove from his suit he whistled his way to the standard carriage.
There was no need for this many chairs in here. They would never need this many. So, he went over to the front row and lifted the hammer. With a purely devilish grin, he grunted from the exertion and TWA-BANG. The headrest of the chair went flying. He kept working, going back and forth between the sledgehammer, a very concentrated beam from his glove for cutting, and a screwdriver until he had one short row of chairs dismantled.
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"Does she? Buttercup reminds me of her." Buttercup was obviously older than the girl in the video, but there were a lot of similarities. They both had long straight hair and a daring, adventurous side. Neither liked to wear shoes or brush their hair. His heart squeezed tightly in his chest as the grief rippled through him.
"I don't know why this has changed anything. I knew I was going to die but.. May, one of the new passengers, is Peter's aunt." He finally looked directly at Ash. "She went to my funeral."
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"I can see why you'd say that. She looks like a delight." Her tone was even and cool, but she was very aware of her own lack of family. Always adjacent to those kinds of relationships, but never really having it herself. She fell quiet again, watching and listening, glancing to Tony when he said May went to his funeral.
Based on his actions on the last mission she wasn't entirely surprised, but to hear of one own's death was not something that was easy to swallow. She could recall how she got the scar on her back and the experience and shock of it.
"That's news that nobody should have to hear." Rather, the dead should stay dead. "Especially not in that way." She reached out and gently rested a hand on Tony. "Something tells me that in that shard you went out doing something quite heroic and you must have saved quite a few people. It looks like, though, whoever picks us and brings us here found you worth saving."
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"Remind me again what shards mean?" If he wasn't as intoxicated as he was, he would remember and that sentence would make perfect sense. However, right now it didn't completely. Although, he got the general meaning. He nodded, knowing that his sacrifice was to save.. well, everyone. That was part of why this was so difficult. He didn't want to change his destiny. He needed to die and he was proud at the reasons, he just.. well, who wanted to die? The party wasn't over and all that.
Her last bit startled him. "You think.." It made sense. In truth, he was humbled by the very idea. "What I don't get.. where was this train? Where was my world's help when we needed it?"
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She considered for a moment getting into the minutia of what it actually meant, but it was clear form his slurring that it may not be worth the effort at this moment. "To put it simply, other worlds." That was by far an oversimplification, but it would suffice. "I just mean in your own world. I guess my verbiage is a little ingrained in me."
Her ears perked up with curiosity at his question. She actually turned to him, giving his arm a small squeeze. "Tony... You lived there. That was your home. If you were pulled out of your world because you were worth saving, the train never showed up to help because you were there all along." It seemed so obvious to her. His home never needed help from the train because he, someone worth of being on the train, was already there.
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His gaze went back to her hand when she squeezed it. He found his mind wandering to how odd it was that she was touching him. She was so reserved normally that even this was surprising. It was sweet and he liked it, but it was new. He wondered if there was something significant he was supposed to learn from her. He could see that. She was pretty incredible, after all.
His mind was starting to loop back to his world and that they'd needed the void train when he heard her answer. There was a pause, a little longer than would've been in normal conversation. And then, he couldn't help but laugh. He lifted her hand to press against his cheek and kept laughing for a moment. "You're such a brilliant, funny bunny! Can we give you an award? That was the best answer, sweetheart." He wanted to find somewhere to sleep and use her hand as a pillow. It was such a nice, soft hand- even with the warrior/ mechanic callouses. They added character. They should really be pink though. Not the hand, the nails. He pretended to bite one of her fingers.